We, unaced to ce
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and es intht
to liberate us into life.
Love arrives
and in its train e ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
a histories of pain.
Yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the s of fear
from our souls.
We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of loves light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free.